After his outburst, Sanderson was ready to storm out with his entourage.
"Mr. Sanderson, this meeting is still in session. You can't just leave before it's over. What's this, a mutiny?" Jacob's voice was stripped of any mirth.
Most of Sanderson's crew held positions of some clout within The Strand Group.
At Jacob's words, their steps faltered, uncertainty rooting them to the spot. Jacob's unexpected rise to the position of Chairman had caught everyone off guard.
As a result, some of the less decisive among them were now visibly confused.
"You wanted the Chairman's seat, right? Well, I quit!" Sanderson enunciated every word. "This meeting is pointless to continue. Oh, and I do have other business to attend to. Congratulations, Jacob."d2
Jacob stood up as well.
It was rumored that Sanderson had been ill as a child, a high fever stunting his growth, leaving him at a mere 5'3". Jacob, almost 6'3", towered over him.
Rising, he looked down on Sanderson with an almost oppressive air.
Jacob's fist clenched, hammering down on the dossier before him, "The reckoning hasn't even started. Where do you think you're going?"
Sanderson ripped his facade. And Jacob, he assumed his tough-guy stance.
Sanderson's breathing quickened, "Business has its ups and downs. What's there to settle? Your father didn't chase me down for debts, so what accounts are you trying to settle with me?"
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